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The Serenity Garden (journal part II)

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625 posted 08-25-2004 01:05 PM       View Profile for Midnitesun   Email Midnitesun   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Midnitesun

LOL 'bout the gator feeding. In Alaska, I heard there are a few bear pits out in the boonies. Same kind of dinners served on occasion, with nothing much left that anyone can identify/verify without DNA testing.
Ser, just want you to know, I've spent the better part of an hour catching up on this thread. Now, just wanting to give a hug and say what you already know...you aren't alone, and never will be in this family.
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I will get back to you, but I have one thing to say ~ I am so proud of you, and you are SO my hero. Okay so it was two things, but one day we will have a sit-down, girly, intelligent conversation too, and you can teach me to be smarter too okay?

By the way, as I told you before abandonment is a real tough issue to deal with, and takes a lot of work to be dealt with.  The residue left after dealing with it is a happier person who will maintain that same kind and sympatric heart that once crippled them.       

Physical abuse always disappears eventually, and sometimes will leave visual scars as reminders, but mental abuse is the absolute worst for the soul.  Those scars get carried inside and can last a lifetime, affecting every single thing you do, and every single person around you.  They hide inside many ways, be it anger, humor, a need for control, fear, and eventually they can be purged with love.

Okay now - group hug

Oh, and while you are out shopping for that orthopedic bed, maybe rent "War Of The Roses," that show put a whole new meaning into drawing the line.  There is also a great song by The Dixie Chicks I am sending you.

Talk to you later.
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627 posted 08-26-2004 12:27 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Just popping in to let ya'll know I'm fine. I went to my mom's today, and she fed me cereal and milk, and I slept on her couch all day, while twist stood guard over me.

And I think that was just what I needed.

In fact, I think I enjoyed the sleep so much I'll try for some more...good stuff, that sleep.

They oughtta bottle it.

thank you all
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628 posted 08-26-2004 05:42 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

It will take
what it takes

and in the meantime
I will wait
and hope
it doesnít take you
losing you

what else can I do?

I, who live in
the glassiest of houses
along side you
and understands that
pain isnít always poetry,
a joke makes everything better
(at least for a minute)
and leaving rarely
ends a story
as easily as it should

so, I will wait
and hope
that someday
you see yourself
as I do

until then,
take care my friend
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Duncan........
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630 posted 08-26-2004 09:43 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

yer always making me cry, Dunc.

(It's the good stuff tho.)

and I'll be back. Right now I'm just trying to float.


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...it doesnít take you
losing you

what else can I do?

I, who live in
the glassiest of houses
along side you
and understand

~*~

Why is it, dear hearts, that a pup
is the first one
that licks your face,
and always, always!
makes you feel that life is still
worth living?

Dunc?

I hope that some one day?

If you need any of us?

You'll know home when you feel it.
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632 posted 08-26-2004 11:38 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

"Venom, Retaliation, and A Promise, Now Fulfilled"


an unserene story of a day in the life


"You're not doing anything"

"No" I said, "I know I'm not."

I looked at him, knowing talk is useless, but still, I tried.

"I think you need to get some help. I think you're losing your mind."

"You're the one who's nuts," he said. "You are just a fat, lazy, smart-ass bitch--nothing but a burden around my neck."

I thought about that, and replied,

"That's probably true to your point of view, right now." I lit another cigarette, knowing that my habit enraged him. "But what I like to think I am is an anchor, and without me, you'd have floated downstream to the falls, already."

I paused.

"I guess, in many ways, you've done the same for me."

(He hates it when I'm calm.)

I pointed that out to him once too. That nothing makes him happier than when I lose my composure. I played dirty pool that day and psychoanalyzed:

"It makes me understand how much you miss your father. The only communication you understand is yelling, and you never feel more loved than when I'm pissed and screaming. It reminds you of home."

Then the threats began.

"I'm filing for divorce."

"Okay."

"I'm turning off the utilities here."

"Okay, but you do know that's just the concrete proof on neglect I'll need?" Tsk.."I think it's a great idea! Another piece of evidence for me in court."

"You can't even afford an attorney."

"With the case you're making? I don't need money. I'll tell all, as I always have and sue you for attorney's fees. As well as alimony, child support, transportation and therapy for me and the kids."

I paused.

"I have physcial evidence, yanno?--so you just unclench that fist before you grant yourself the hospitality of the City tonight."

I leveled eyes him, noting that he was "jazzed" on something.

"How did the appointment go with the doctor?" I asked.

"I go back to work on Monday--and oh, and by the way, 'Soma' does not cause arthritis or gout."

"No," I replied. "It just makes you lose your mind, your family, and your life."

"Bitch!"

I nodded. "I guess so."

"This time, though," I pointed out. "I'm fighting against you, and not for you. Helluva thing you created, huh?"

By that time I'd gathered my son's school paperwork, and with a tape recorder running, I asked the man for the various fees my son would need by tommorrow.

Ya'll know the routine--money for I.D.'s, science lab fee, a book for English that would be provided on payment, and the big fee had to wait until payday--thirty bucks for art supplies, as our son is not only in all honors, but is also in the "gifted" art program in our public schools.

He bent his wallet and told our son,

"Go cut the grass."

"No." My son is fourteen, not deaf, and defiant.

"I'm tired." My son explained.

"You don't think I am?" My husband screamed, looking for a fight elsewhere, when he couldn't find one with me.

"Yeah, well I'm tired of you!" My son was glaring.

They were spacing off the way that men do, and I grabbed the necessary cash and told my husband, "Go to the other house. Do whatever is you do--you don't NEED me there to do it. I am going to cook supper, then clean up. You don't have to do anything but bring your son to school in the morning--YOU registered him out of district, so YOU bring him to school."

"It's such a nice way to start the day too." My son joined in, pure sarcasm. (I guess he learned that from me.) "Dad bitching about what a pain in the ass I am..."

"STOP."

My husband looked around, and with that flip of a switch, he noted the dogs, hopefully wagging their tails as he held the doorknob.

"Maybe I'll take the dogs with me tonight..."

"No!" my kids screamed unison.

Their fear cut through the bravado, and they caught themselves. "Dad? They'll just be in the way while you lay tile..."

He smirked and turned to me and asked,

"What will you do if I pull the rug out from under you?"

I smiled and said, "I'll write about you, George."

Then he slammed the door and left and here it is, my promise to him, fulfilled.


*  *  *


I didn't want to post this, as I realize it shows me ugly. But it is what it is, so take it as it is, a view through the walls of the unglassiest house. That, and a promise, fulfilled.

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633 posted 08-26-2004 11:39 PM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

What special people you ALL truly are in this garden, including the owner.  Float away m'lady, and know we are here the best we can be.  I am here there with you.

Duncan - c'mere and get a Canuck squeeze will ya?
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634 posted 08-27-2004 03:59 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Just for the record--I do not intend to plant weeds in my own garden--it just sorta happens sometimes that when the wind blows, seed scatters.

I don't intend to paint one person as "Satan", because what I know, is that the deeds we do, and the words we choose reveal more about ourselves than our subjects.

With that in mind, I'll offer up a witch's definition of Satan, as illustrated by the tarot. A card that is yet again, of the archetypical 22 cards of the Major Arcana.


An illustration and explanation:
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/2282/tarot/15.htm

*  *  *

I am called "the witch."

Sometimes affectionately, most times not.

And yet, I always feel a need to explain, to highlight finer points, by adding, "I am not strictly Wiccan-but solitary eclectic."

And when even that is met with puzzlement I say, with a smile,

"I like my truths convenient, as everybody does. I just berate myself for admitting it."

Bri-baby? I wish you were here to remind me more of our conversation. We talked about choosing reality in terms that I'd never considered before. But you talked of symbolism in life, literature, religion, and ritual, and the adaptation of "Elders" as well as lesser God/desses as tools to SERVE us in times of need, and I was sitting here, on this side of the screen, nodding vigorously and trying not to yell "YES" aloud in the wee hours of the morning.

Smile. You remember that?

I talked of embracing feminitiy when I was pregnant by embracing the female face of God, and learning every beloved courtesy of her name that I could--by all the names of her recognition through various religions and historical belief systems. And we talked of Jesus, whom I term The Christed, and not "THE" Christ. I confided how I loved the analogies of Christianity (and yes, I DO know my analogies) and how surprised people were, both Christian and Wiccan to learn that I love the religion of Christianity, however much I think it misunderstood.

We talked about the crucifixion, and the symbolism of the sacraments of the Catholic Church. I think we both expressed some outrage regarding the secular tendency, the secretiveness of Catholicism, and I told you then, that I thought I understood that it was based upon a good motivation, and backed up in scripture as well as esoteric collections of Jesus (the Christed) with the renowned .... of "Him" saying, (paraphrase) "Would you give meat to babies? Give babies milk, and let them with set teeth have the meat."

Then we began to talk of the nature of "evil" and the possibility of satanic influence in our lives, and lives around us.

I believed then, and believe now, that this quandary is aptly illustrated in the tarot, in the illustration of this "Devil" card, and the interpretation I provided above, of course supports my viewpoint of just who the hell SATAN really is...

Just think about the physical description a moment.

What we have here, illustrated is a man with animalistic characteristics. Horns, a tail, cloven hooves, sometimes fangs.

Understand that you are looking at evolution in stagnation. The archetype is clearly represented as a larger figure looming over apparent representations of the male/female. As noted in the explanation, the male and female "lesser gods" appear to be in servitude, with chains that are wrapped loosely about their necks. The handy explanation is that servitude is an illusion--the chains are but imaginings. Yet, I offer another explanation, and yes, one that tells more about me and my experiences than I should dare impart, that perhaps, chains are donned willingly. Perhaps where there is a lack of will, it's easier to subject the self to a physical life that doesn't agree with the heart. Gloss that over with oils on the leather, and buff the studs on the wristbands shiny, and you have the heart of sado-masochism.
Games you can win, by absence of consent.

But then, I tend to think in terms of symbols. Even when the symbol is clearly represented as differences in entity.

Such as, male and female.

I think that those terms alone have confounded truth in religion since the conception of language. Consider, for a moment, if we would replace that terminology with what I consider to be more accurate representations of the cosmos. Instead of thinking, "masucline" think, "active principle"--and likewise, the female, "receptive." Once you start thinking in that terminology it puts a grand spin on religious representative symbols--the yin-yang, most obviously, The star of David (slightly less obvious) and the cross, which was adulterated and amended through time to have more of a masculine symbol than feminine. (I offer as proof the Celtic cross, which pre-dates the Christian cross, wherein the directions are equally portrayed--while the Christian cross, or SOLAR cross, depicts the vertical masculine line as dominant.)
The Star of David is also representative of the two energies at one with the other. Consider two triangles, interlaced, one pointed upward, represented the masculine, and phallic symbol, interlaced with the downward pointed yoni triangle, with oneness and whole well-being signified by the circle of eternity. So, I guess I have to surmise that I believe God to be an energy a mirror of our deepest recesses, and if you should wish to understand the Holy trinity, one should first examine the atom. Neurons, Protons, electrons...a holy trinity.

"As above, so below."


Oh there's so much more...the beauty of comparative religion is that once you treat it as a jig-saw puzzle, and note the similarities and take account the disparities, it's so much easier to put the big picture together. I like to think of people as pieces of the puzzle, and we can all fit together if we find the right co-relations.

grin...

just keep me away from him.



peace good poets.

Let me know what you believe...

Satan, to my definition, is the freewill choice of an individual to act instinctively in the animalistic tendency of flesh. And yes, it occurred to me that if Hell is a choice, then Heaven is as well.

  

Thanks Bri-baby for the gift of this. I've been coloring!
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http://www.taroscopes.com/highwindowsarticles/the-devil.html
http://www.taroscopes.com/highwindowsarticles/startpage.html
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636 posted 08-27-2004 05:53 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

smiling WIDE.

The opening got me into fits:

"He who fights too long against dragons, becomes a dragon himself - Nietzsche"

I think my personal St. George (the dragonslayer) might agree.

It's all MY fault!



But yes, thank you, Raph, all kidding aside, this goes yet deeper.

Hugs and btw? I hope you're feeling better.

You've been missed.
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637 posted 08-27-2004 06:42 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine



More later.

For now?  Keep writing!
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638 posted 08-27-2004 08:23 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Keep writing? okay..here ya go sunshiny one!

*  *  *

He wasn't going to come home.

I don't think he intended to, anyhow.

But I was sitting here, writing, when his truck pulled in the drive, oh, 'round 'bout 2:30 our time?

I stiffened immediately, as I always do. Some kind of pavlonian response by now I suppose. He came in the front door and I could tell by his body language that he was defeated somehow.

"oh you poor [expletive]!" I said. I actually managed to say that without venom.
I knew he'd figured out what I'd been telling him all along.

"You just figured out that you hate the only home you have."

There wasn't much fight in him now.

"Can I use the pc?"

"Sure." I knew the comfort of it myself, and wouldn't deny him his e-bay.

I got up from this chair and granted him access, and went and sat on the couch. No tv, no kids, just the click click of relief as he found his homes here on my pc.

"No porn," I warned. "Those pop-ups make ME look like a perv."

"I should be so lucky," he joked weakly.

"I should be so willing," I shrugged. "I usedta be..."

but something in his manner made me lay down the weapons. I wondered, as I rolled a cigarette, did his girlfriend break up with him?

OH.

I saw him check his mail, and I saw the dejection in his shoulders.

I'll just bet she had.

"What happened baby?"

He tensed up.

"Can you just leave me alone one g'damned minute?"

"Where would you like me to go?"

We were sitting in the only room I could ever call my own.

"Nowhere. Just...to hell with it. Nowhere."

So I left him alone as well as two people who are at war with themselves and each other can leave each other be, alone.

He shopped e-bay without gusto. He won a bid on something and didn't even express the usual triumph. Finally, he asked me,

"What are we doing tomorrow?"

I told him that I would help him, if he'd let me, make that other house a home. But I wanted to go measure the windows for blinds and sheers, and take the sheets that are tacked on the windows down--and that our son still needed a bed.

"A futon" he nodded. "He wanted a futon."

Damn. He even pronounced it right.

"You gonna get some sleep?"

"Are you kidding?" I doubted it. "I slept almost 18 hours. I'm good for another week."

He nodded.

Damn, he looked so sad.

Then he went to bed.

*  *  *

Now ya'll see how I got into this mess to begin with. The first time I brought this man home to my parents I was all of sixteen.

It was Christmas.

I'd gone to his house with him, and the only decoration I could see was one of those ceramic trees that you plug in. The house was dark except for that. The stove was actually dusty. I didn't see a present in sight, and I didn't smell any apple-spice. I asked him, "Where's your mom?"

"She lives with her boyfriend now."

oh.

"Just you and your Dad now, huh?"

He nodded.

This wouldn't do.

"Come on," I told him. "I want you to meet my family."

So I brought him home, another stray.

I saw a look exchanged between my Mom and Dad, that is best described as a silent sigh. But they welcomed him, and his face looked different in the lights of our chaos. Bubbling stove and drinks poured, and kids fighting and hasty last minute wrapping...he looked dazed and yet, content.

I beamed at my Dad and my Dad shook his head.

But he smiled, knowing that I got "it" from him.

and that's what got me into all of this trouble...but I suppose we were raised with the good intent of a generous heart.

My Dad didn't believe in psycho-babble, much less the term "co-dependancy."

*  *  *

Sometime?

Remind me to tell ya'll about how my brother would bring the homeless home on Thanksgiving.

Grin.

We bought the idealism, hook, line, and sinker.

sigh.

My parents learned to cook a LOT of food.

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I'm good with strays, m'self.

Well, let's just say...I tend to stick up for the underdog, right or wrong.

You know, of course, that until an autopsy is done, no one will really realize how big your heart truly is.

Or how attached it is, to others.

Superhug, sissie.
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Naw...

I didn't even like him.

He didn't like me.

I find myself wondering if we haven't stayed wasted for 28 years just so we could tolerate each other.

If we did? It's not working anymore.

He'll get a good night's sleep and pick up the weapons again.

I'll gauge his temperature and take up the appropriate stance.

The problem is, I don't believe--not anymore.

I highly doubt there will be curtains or sheers, or shopping. Not with me. He'll buy the bed, because he's tired of driving my son to school.

But then, maybe it could happen.

Y'see? I bought some leverage.

I pretty much have a carte blanche Rx on vicodin, due to the surgery and my preceding back thang.

So I'll be "baby" again, until the 'scrip runs out, and he gets the greenlight e mail he was looking for...

*  *  *

Now how disgusted am I with me?

Yep.

That much.

serenity's got shtuff on her mind these days.

Smile with me?

I'll go check the eyelids for glimmers of hope...nite folks.
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Smile with you?
Only if you smile with me.
Check the glimmers.
I'll slave the day
and get back with you soon.
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You're the one who's nuts," he said. "You are just a fat, lazy, smart-ass bitch--nothing but a burden around my neck."

I thought about that, and replied,

"That's probably true to your point of view, right now." I lit another cigarette, knowing that my habit enraged him. "But what I like to think I am is an anchor, and without me, you'd have floated downstream to the falls, already."

I paused.

"I guess, in many ways, you've done the same for me."

(He hates it when I'm calm.)

I pointed that out to him once too. That nothing makes him happier than when I lose my composure. I played dirty pool that day and psychoanalyzed:

~~~~~~~

I couldn't read any further than that full
posting, Karen...brought back too many
hurts...and although my situation is/was
different with his affair with alcoholism
(punning intended)and the words not quite so
vile ( although he told me everyone in town
thought me a******... bitch just to get me
riled up to fight back so he would have an
excuse to leave and so I would be the one to
initiate a divorce) even the not so vile
words showing his distaste for me and or
what I was or wasn't doing to satisfy him
hurt just as much considering the about face
he did in that last year we were living
together in one house...but the last 4 have
been better although the marriage isn't
there any longer..he in the barn     and me
in the home, still for now..awaiting  that
job...hopefully soon, he has become  nicer
(not like  he once was, but nicer especially
when not drinking..which is seldom) but I
can always shut and lock my doors on him and
he isn't smart enough anymore to know that  
it is still his home and he could be in here
if he insisted... sighing...sometimes I am
glad for his brain cells dieing off...
or maybe it is that he knows I won't throw him
away like he did to me...

Sitting on a bench at Baltimore's Inner
Harbor on Monday, a lay-over pilot began
talking with me and he said it sounded like
a classic case of co-dependency..and I asked
by who and he said both.  I don't like all
that pyscho babble...and if it helps me to
have him somewhere near enough for monetary
support and it helps him to have a place to
live yet have his freedom to do whatever he
wants I guess that is what it is for now.

And I do want to be independent but it isn't
as easy in this job climate as everyone else
seems to think it is...especially if like
you and I, we weren't in the outside workforce
before the problems started.

  Starting over at my age is not easy and
having cared for my sister instead of job hunting
filled a need in my family that I will defend and
never be made to feel sorry or "lazy" for.

hugs...
M
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*smiling at you*

Everybody seems to think it's the Lifetime movie of the week.

And nodding at the mutual co-dependancy--the shrink called it dysfunctional symbiosis--it made sense at the time, but then, I was just so grateful to have a man who listened, he could have called it anything, as long as he continued to talk in complete sentences, I was in LOVE.

smile...

luv ya, M.

We'll hang in there?

gawd this is a tough ride these days...

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Hey,

the bad thing is every now and then I say to myself even he is starting to look good to me again...considering what is out there...

sighing

M
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645 posted 08-27-2004 01:06 PM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

Love should never hurt.  Morning.
Sunshine
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Member Caelestus
since 06-25-99
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Listening to every heart


646 posted 08-27-2004 01:14 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

I didn't even like him.

He didn't like me.

~*~

Ah...ditto.
serenity blaze
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since 02-02-2000
Posts 28839


647 posted 08-27-2004 09:49 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Just dropping in to say thanks, and yanno? In this case, misery does NOT welcome company. I really wish that this situation was more rare than what you all have confided, both here in the journal and through e mails. Thanks all for holding up the lantern at the top of the hill.

I'm on my way up...and if I'm quiet, it's because we have circled the wagons here, and I'm quietly coloring my tarot deck (cool deal, huh?)

And yes, I'm getting closer to my home...



Now, anybody hear any good jokes lately?
nakdthoughts
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since 10-29-2000
Posts 19275
Between the Lines


648 posted 08-27-2004 10:13 PM       View Profile for nakdthoughts   Email nakdthoughts   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for nakdthoughts

A man is dining in a fancy restaurant

and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He has been checking her out since he sat down, but lacks the nerve to start a conversation.

Suddenly she sneezes, and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket towards the man.

He reflexively reaches out, grabs it out of the air, and hands it back.

"Oh my, I am so sorry," the woman says as she pops her eye back in place.

"Let me buy your dinner to make it up to you," she says.

They enjoy a wonderful dinner together, and afterwards they go to the theater followed by drinks. They talk, they laugh, she shares her deepest dreams and he shares his. She listens.

After paying for everything, she asks him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap ........ and stay for breakfast.

They have a wonderful, wonderful time.

The next morning, she cooks a gourmet meal with all the trimmings.

The guy is amazed!! Everything has been SO incredible!!!!

"You know," he said, "you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?"

"No," she replies........."


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The suspense is killing you, isn't it?
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She says:

"You just happened to catch my eye."


****a joke I just read on a friend's site
Alicia
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since 03-22-2002
Posts 284


649 posted 08-28-2004 12:15 AM       View Profile for Alicia   Email Alicia   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alicia

~hi.
 
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